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Ma Theid Mise Tuilleagh |
| Credits : | Arranged by Capercaillie |
| Appears On : | Crosswinds |
| Language : | Gàidhlig (Scottish Gaelic) |
| Lyrics : | English Translation : |
| Ma theid mise tuilleadh a Leodhas nam cruineag | If I ever go again to Lewis of the maidens |
| Ma theid mise tuilleadh a dh'innis nam laoch | If I ever go again to the island of heroes |
| Ma theid mi ri m'bheo dh'eilean Leodhais nam morbhe | If ever in this life I travel to Lewis of the highlands |
| Cha till mi ri 'm bheo as gun ordugh an righ | I shall not return unless under the king's order |
| Mu dheireadh an t-samhraidh, 's ann thainig mi nall as | I left towards the end of summer |
| Bha'n teas orm trom, anns an am bhithinn sgith | The heat was exhausting and I was weary |
| Ag iasgath an sgadain a shamhradh 's a dh'earrach | Fishing herring all spring and summer |
| 'S a Bhruaich 's arm an Sealtuinn 's an Arcarch nan tac | In Fraserburgh and Orkney of the |
| Bidh sgiobair a' stiuireadh 'n a chartabhas duinte | The skipper steers in his canvas enclosure |
| 'S bidh is gu siubhlach a rusgadh nan tonn | As she glides gracefully over the sea |
| An fhairge 'n a cabhadh mu ghuallainn an fhasgaidh | The sea swirls on the leeward side |
| 'S na glinn a dol seachad 's a hailleard a' diosc | As pass the glens with the halyard crack |
| 'Nuair theid air an fheasgar 's a ruigear am banca | When in the evening we reach the bank |
| 'S a gheibhear le cabhaig a mach aisd na lin | And the nets are hurriedly unloaded |
| Nuair theid sinn thar bord aist a steach do'n taigh-osda | We go ashore and retire to the inn |
| 'S gun tarruing sinn stopa le oran math gaoil | Where we draw and measure to accompaniment of |
| Ma theid mise tuilleadh a Leodhas nam cruineag | If I ever go again to Lewis of the maidens |
| Ma theid mise tuilleadh a dh'innis nam laoch | If I ever go again to the island of heroes |
| Ma theid mi ri m'bheo dh'eilean Leodhais nam morbhe | If ever in this life I travel to Lewis of the highlands |
| Cha till mi ri 'm bheo as gun ordugh an righ | I shall not return unless under the king's order |